Chapter Ruby #2
“Slowly, darlin’. You don’t have to force anything. You’re doing great. Take a break, lick the length of my shaft, then try again.”
She followed his instruction, unable to keep herself from smiling.
This felt good—pleasing him and having him coach her through it was everything she’d ever wanted.
The pressure of having to figure out her next move was gone.
Her tongue ran down to his base, her fingers spreading to give her space.
She repeated the motion a few times, finding it so much easier to stroke him now.
Her lips around him again she bobbed her head, slowly this time.
Morgan’s praises formed into a string of incoherent babbles the faster she went until his fist tightened in her hair and had her pull off with a pop. “I’m going to come.”
“Is that not the point?” Oh god—was she actually asking him to come in her mouth?
His lips twitched and his fist tightened around her. “Where do you want me to finish?”
“Down my throat.”
“Fuck, you are perfect, aren’t you?”
He loosened his grip on the nape of her neck, and she bent over his dripping cock again.
She slowed her lips and softly sucked, her tongue lapping at his slit.
Two more rough pumps from his fist, and his cock swelled and pulsed, salty cum spilling onto her tongue.
She did her best to suck him dry, his thighs twitching to either side of her head and his pleased sighs music to her ears.
When she looked up and wiped her mouth, Morgan wore the most satisfied smirk that she’d ever seen. He pulled his jeans up and tucked himself away, leaving his belt hanging open. “Oh darlin’,” he hummed, cupping her cheeks with his hands. “You are something else, aren’t you?”
“Did I not do well?”
“Quite the opposite,” he purred, guiding her to stand with a finger under her chin. The moment she was steady, Morgan wrapped an arm around her and hauled her back into his lap. “You did wonderfully.”
His large hands groped her ass before he stood with her in his arms. Fingers digging into her butt cheeks, he demanded a kiss and carried her towards his bedroom. She was dropped to the bed again, still bouncing on the mattress when he stole her shorts and panties.
“Are you going to be good for me and not force me away this time?”
“I will try.”
“Wrong answer,” he growled, pinning her wrists in place as he whipped his belt free from the loops. He laid her hands on her stomach and tightened his grip for just a moment. “Still not sure?”
“Old habits are hard to break.”
He let out a laugh and crafted a two-loop cuff out of his belt. “Well, I’m more than happy to help with that.”
Once her wrists were bound and Morgan smoothed his fingers over the leather, something inside her shifted.
She couldn’t quite put her thumb on it, but it felt…
good. He kissed her knuckles before grabbing a hold of the tail end of the belt and settling between her legs.
He kissed both of her inner thighs, eyes sparkling as he sucked his way over her stretchmarks, not missing the opportunity to lick a few of them in appreciation.
The second his tongue flicked over her clit, she arched into him, her lungs emptying in a soft whimper.
Two thick fingers slipped through her folds and dipped into her wet entrance.
She wanted to protest, needing his attention on her clit but before she could let out a sound, his thumb found the needy, swollen bundle of nerves.
She twitched and jerked under his rough circles, trying to reach his hand to slow him down. Her toes curled and her mind fuzzy.
“Too much,” she begged, but the cuffs didn’t let her move as he yanked at them.
“You can take it, darlin’.”
“Please,” she cried but did she really want him to stop?
More pressure before he relented and replaced his thumb with his sucking mouth and swirling tongue.
“Morgan!”
But he only chuckled in response, slowly penetrating her with those two fingers. Just when she thought it couldn’t get anymore mind-blowing, Morgan’s fingers curled and her soul left her body with a gasp.
“Oh god! Don’t stop.”
And he didn’t, keeping up the same punishing rhythm.
She arched into his mouth, whining and begging him to make her come until she fell apart entirely.
Waves of pleasure surged through her veins as tears spilled down her temples.
Morgan softly let her ride it out with tender kisses to her hip bones and up her stomach until he cupped her cheek and kissed her tears away.
“You did so well for me, Ruby.”
“I’m doing it again.”
“There’s nothing wrong with showing your feelings.” Warm lips against the tip of her nose, and he was lifting off her. “Let me get you all untied and then I can hold you.”
“Yes, please.”
Moments later, she was his little spoon, spoiled by kisses over her shoulder and his fingers dancing up and down her arm. It didn’t take much for her to close her eyes, surrounded by his warmth that sent her into a deep, sated sleep.